I now have bangs. I look like a jail bait, there goes the swashbuckling bad-ass image I've built up for myself with ridiculous hair buns and vulgar tattoos. Man I actually look decent, this is very
strange... (must be the riddance of red hair too)
Ya la I so I did Photoshop the colours (to compensate for my shitty Asus webcam - sorry guys I don't have a fancy Macbook equipped with its fancy Photobooth quality) because I am allowed to be bored at 3:08am on Thursday nights --- being broke meant passing up chances to get wasted. So I guess I didn't grow up, I just got bankrupt.
Was doing some thinking about how a Formspringer actually suggested I take up journalism. I quite like the sound of it; but should I just pop myself into an internship or another school? Grrrrr I am really not good with this whole decision making thing. I seem to be perfect at bumming around (e.g like, NOW)
...now remind me to file for a restraining order from Beth when she comes near me with her salon scissors. It's extremely unhealthy.
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